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My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
The wild dying leaves
Contemplating the ending
Departing Autumn
Saturday morning
Autumn leaves and a puddle
Coffee and the tree
Autumn left as Winter dawns,
yet a calm intensity begins.
Linger it does within the hues,
as pink takes blue to indigo.
Crisp longings linger within,
yet the calm sea calls to me.
Come away with me in one season,
be with me throughout countless seasons,
stay with me through the seasons,
let’s die together with the leaves of Autumn.
autumn calls to us from across the sea
shades of vernal delight take your soul
here sunlight hides behind grey clouds
there the burgeon march gathers pace
little flowers dance in the breeze for you
leaves fall onto deserted streets for me
Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called “friends“.
I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring until late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.
Springtime in Autumn.
Buds bloom, and flowers blossom
confused by the warmth.
An owl watches and ponders,
a pause to see the flowers.
A great sadness ends
looking towards the grey sky
feeling Autumn turn
Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.
C & K 